Leaving Port

As it leaves the Grand Harbour of Malta, the hull of a ship blends with the sea, foretelling its disappearance over the horizon.

Shipping barely leaves a trace on our contemporary consciousness. Ships, and the people on them, are almost invisible.

On a chilly November evening in 2014, standing on the Siege Bell Memorial holding my tripod, I saw a ship leaving port.

My mind began racing and an idea steadily started to form, "That's a diagonal, in a square. Lock tripod. Continuous drive. 10 seconds f8 ought to do it. Here it comes... no time for a test shot. Lock down the shutter, fingers crossed, it ought to be ok."